our ass laugh
The last page of the symphony
&
The first page of the race
As the limping priest
Hails the closing doors of the bus ..
--To no Avail-
They're laundering rocket ships
&
The poor have a hard time buying
A
Mobile ..
Hey,
Ride the train,
Or buy a pretzel stand ..
Just don't blame me or
Someone else
You don't know ..
We all either make or follow
Our own reasons to laugh ..
Laugh hard or
Soft-
Choose the same air
To fart
From your asses ..
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